I’ll be seeing you. . .
I spent my Friday night mowing my back lawn in the dark, wiping tears that blurred my vision so completely that I was certain I would wake up this morning to a shit show mess of grass tufts and too-shorn edges. I would like to say it wasn’t intentional, but I can’t. It needed to be done, and I hadn’t done it in over a week, and so I walked around and around in circles mowing my lawn in the dark…












